Love Of The Young

Poem By Raymond Finnegan

I wanna hold onto you.

Let our hands guide themselves to truth.
Our lips touch and caress each other.

And as we part for the while...
a promise rolled off your lips that we would stay together forever.

A destiny
an all-time high.
Yet to dissappoint and grief
gravity was so elusive
feet never left level ground.
Fell ten feet under.

The requiem ignited!

Remembering
dressed in beauty
her presence seemed to set the universe ablaze.
Surrender
to her gentle touch.
Words
liquid potions evaporating.


A soul
so lovely
so delicate
and so tranquil.
Interrupted
as broken spindles
rupture in the heart.

Her smile
still-framed.
Redeeming true purified love.
Yet
love was not the fate
it was our
I mean my curse.

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